"Hey, isn't that Wu Feng? What are you doing here?"
As Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong'er, and Wang Qiu'er walked along, someone stepped in front of him.
A girl with short red hair, a curvy, slender figure, skin as white as jade, and a cocky expression reached out to block Huo Yuhao's path. It was Wu Feng.
Huo Yuhao asked, "May I ask what you want, my teammate?"
Wu Feng's expression was cold. "Who's your teammate? I'm here to warn you. Stay away from the young mistress."
"Stay away from Ning Tian? Is that what she wants?" Huo Yuhao asked.
Wu Feng raised an eyebrow. "Why should you care whose idea it is? Keep your distance from the young mistress."
Huo Yuhao shrugged. "So this is what you want, then."
Wu Feng frowned. "Don't change the subject. And don't think I don't know how close you've gotten to those three girls from Class One."
"These past three months, the young mistress and I have seen you out shopping with them more than once."
"You're a womanizer. You think you're good enough for our young mistress?"
Huo Yuhao rested his forefinger and thumb on his chin and asked, clearly amused, "Your young mistress hasn't said a thing. She's still willing to spend time with me."
"You call Ning Tian the young mistress, right? She hasn't said a word, so why are you sticking your nose in?"
"Since we're on the same team, I'll let it go this time."
Huo Yuhao didn't take this woman seriously. In the original timeline, if that person hadn't gotten involved, Wu Feng would never have won Ning Tian's heart.
Wu Feng flew into a rage. "Stop right there! Do you even know your place? You're a bastard son, and you think you can marry the eldest daughter